Day 5. Getting My Puck On
Puck sluts, that what they were called in high school. The girls that used to hang out at the rink, flirt with the hockey players (or more than flirt).
It may be the maple syrup running through my veins, but there’s always been something about the best game you can name that just revs my engine.
So thats why tonight, out with the boys, watching our guys just slay I had to leave the table and head to the bar bathroom.
I can’t help it, the speed, the violence, the cold and the ferocity of it. I’m soaked.
I’ve also had a few shots of tequila, so not only am I in a public washroom touching myself, I’m doing something I’ve never done before. And yes I know, you want us to film it and watch it, so I promise. I’ll watch it tonight when I get home, instant replay if you will, and touch myself all over again.
Goddamn you Canadian girls are fuckin’ sexy, enlightened, and drive me nuts.